Reviewed by John Bradley “Everything past this page is a fiction” the reader is warned before reading a single poem in this book. It’s
Jammed in his gray face, their light burned out, fallen in. Did it happen like a light bulb: Pop! then nothing? How much grief
The subject line of the email message from the corporation posing as artisanal craft asks if I am
Hunched over the fat American Lit book in Mr. Phillip’s class, I jerk awake at the shock of the last line. Then, as